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Second Chances

Can We Create Something Beautiful And Destroy It?

"I'm Anastasia and this is Zayn." I introduced us to the doctor.

Dr. Thames ushered us inside his room, and I glanced at the white walls.

All three of us took a seat, he clasped his hands in his lap and faced us.

"So, what's happening?" He wondered.

Zayn glanced at him stupidly.

"Erm, I took a pregnancy test and it was positive."

He nodded.

"Is it okay if you do a urine sample for me, just so we can make sure?" He asked.

I nodded as he handed me a small, plastic bottle.

"Bathroom is to the right." He directed, and I hurried out of the room to do what needed to be done.

When I was finished, I slowly made my way back to Dr. Thames room, holding the bottle of urine under my sleeve out of Zayn's view.

He really didn't need to see that.

I handed it to him and watched as he tested it with a paper strip.

I guess it was pointless hiding it from Zayn.

"Yeah, you're definitely pregnant." he told us, emptying away the urine, cleaning the sink and washing his hands thoroughly.

"Erm, I thought so." I shrugged.

"Have you had any symptoms other than a missed period?" he wondered, trotting over to the bed on the other side of the room, covering it in sterile paper.

"Just sickness, I can't seem to keep anything down." I told him, and he hummed in response.

"I need to examine you, Anastasia. Is that alright?"

I was surprised when he told me this, I didn't realize he needed to be that...close.

"I guess so." I looked at Zayn who shrugged at me, obviously feeling a little awkward.

"Would you like Zayn to leave?" he asked, noticing I was hesitant.

I thought about the situation for a minute, before shaking my head softly.

I NEEDED someone to hold my hand, even if it meant touching the asshole who knocked me up.

"Alright, Miss Jardine. I'll just step outside to let you change into the gown on the bed, remove everything, once you've done that, just lay down and put your feet in the stirrups." he explained, pointing to everything before he left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

I turned to Zayn who was stood behind me.

"Will you turn around please?" I asked quietly, feeling the blush rise to my cheeks.

"Oh, uh, yeah." He scratched his neck before turning around to focus on a poster of a diagram of the womb on the plain wall.

I pulled my cardigan off, throwing it on the chair.

I then kicked my shoes off, pulling my leggings off and then lifting my vest over my head with my underwear, also dumping them on the chair.

The room was chilly so I hurried to pull on the flimsy, blue gown.

It was then that I was faced with another dilemma.

"Zayn?"

"Yeah?" He asked, turning his neck to glance back at the mention of his name.

"Will you tie this for me, please?"

Zayn swallowed and nodded, stepping closer to me and turning my back to him.

I felt his fingers brush against the skin of my back, and I suddenly remembered how it felt when he touched me for the first time those few months ago.

I pulled away from him when I heard a knock on the door.

"Is it okay to come in?" Dr. Thames asked through the door.

"Yeah." I called back, lifting myself onto the hard bed, awkwardly placing my legs up.

Zayn came and stood by my head, much to my pleasure.

"This will feel slightly uncomfortable, but it will be over in no time." hhe assured me, snapping on some latex gloves.

He lifted the gown up higher and I felt the coolness of air down below.

I heard the sound of metal tools being moved on a tray, and I clamped my eyes shut as I felt him touch me.

I grabbed a fistful of Zayn's hoodie, making him jump slightly.

Zayn pried my hand away, but held it in his own, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"There, all done." I heard the Doctor say, and he pulled my gown back down.

I sat up.

"Don't move just yet, Anastasia. Can I perform an ultrasound, please? So we can give you an estimated conception and due date?"

"Yep." I nodded, quite excited about this part.

"Just pop your underwear back on then." he smiled.

Zayn grabbed them for me, and I blushed.

Of course, this wasn't the first time he'd seen my panties.

Before I could take them from him, he bent down and pulled my feet through the holes, pulling them up my legs as far as he could.

It took over after this, not wanting him to see too much of me.

"Lay down please." Dr. Thames directed, rolling over a large ultrasound machine.

I lay back down and he lifted the gown up over my tummy, tucking some more paper into the waistband over my panties.

I looked up at Zayn who was stood at my side again, and his eyes were staring intently at the small bump between my hips.

"I'm going to put some gel on your tummy now, and it's going to be very cold." he warned me, and he was right, it was freezing.

I watched as he switched the machine on, and grabbed the wand.

"Ready?" Zayn and I both nodded, and I felt him reach for my hand.

He touched the wand to my stomach, and the machine flickered to life, showing white and grey lines.

He moved it around for a few seconds, before focusing on one spot and pressing another button.

The room was instantly filled with the sound of a rythmatic thumping.

Thump, thump, thump.

He turned the monitor to us, my jaw dropped and I felt Zayn take a deep breath.

"That's your baby." he smiled widely.

I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.

A small shape that resembled a broad bean was nestled in a black area, and you could see the fluttering of their tiny heartbeat.

It was an unbelievable sight.

I couldn't believe that was growing inside me.

Zayn squeezed my hand and I peered up at him, he smiled slightly and moved down to a press another kiss to my forehead.

"You look about twelve weeks, and that should put the date of delivery around early May." he informed us, still smiling.

You could tell that his job made him very happy.

"Would you like a few pictures?"

"Yes, please." Zayn replied before I could.

"Very well." He replied, shutting the machine off and helping me clean the goo off my tummy.

"You can get changed now, Anastasia. I'll be back shortly with a folder and some pictures."

He left the room again, and I pulled my clothes on, making Zayn look away again.

We sat there in silence again, just glancing around the room, observing the posters on the wall.

"Here we go, Mommy and Daddy." Dr. Thames announced, coming back into the room.

I inwardly cringed at the name and I felt Zayn tense next to me.

He handed him some scan pictures, and gave me a folder with some information in.

"So, have you both thought about your options? I know that you're both very young, and may not be able to support a baby right now." I sighed at his words, hearing Zayn grit his teeth.

Here we go.

"We've decided on adoption, we can't support a baby, not as teenagers, we aren't even a couple." I told him, and he nodded in understanding.

"Do I still not get a say in this?" Zayn chuckled humorlessly, adjusting the hat on his head as he clutched the pictures tightly.

"Don't even start, we'll talk privately." I glared at him, and he rolled his eyes like a child.

I wanted nothing more than to punch him after embarrassing me like that.

"There are some flyers and pamphlets in your folder, Anastasia. I'll phone you with an appointment for your next scan, and you'll probably have to get blood taken. You're both free to leave, if you have any problems, don't hesitate to phone. Remember to take it easy, stress is the last thing your baby needs to feel." he said, coughing at the tension in the room.

"Thank you." I politely said, waving as we walked out the room.

Once we left the building was when the fun started.

"You can't still tell me you want to give him up for adoption now." Zayn spoke.

I ignored him as I walked towards his car, climbing in and slamming the door just to piss him off.

"Don't ignore me when you know I'm right, Ana." He said as he climbed in the vehicle too, shutting the door carefully and clipping in his seatbelt.

"When are you going to grow up and realize we're not stable enough to raise a child?" I snapped, finally letting all my patience go.

"It's not natural."

"What isn't?"

"Giving up a baby to a couple of strangers! If they can't have kids, then that’s their problem! There's no way I'm allowing you to give my son or daughter away to people we don't know." He yelled as he reversed out of the parking space.

"Oh yeah? Watch me! This is my body and I've told you that I've made my mind up! We're just kids ourselves, Zayn! Last time I checked, all you had to do was cum inside me. I'm the one who has to carry this mistake around inside of me for the next seven months! I'm the one who has to deal with all the rude comments about how I should have kept my legs closed! Not you!" I shouted back at him, clenching my hands in fists.

"Fucking hell." He mumbled.

"What happened to supporting me?!"

"Stop shouting, it's not good for the baby." He muttered, ignoring my comments.

I groaned in annoyance, leaning back into the leather seat and resting a hand on my small bump.

These next few months are going to be torture, especially with that jackass protesting against my every decision.

Kill me.

Kill me now.